Would You Miss Me? || parley

Part 3

my school had another positive covid case today so this is from that breakdown

TW: graphic descriptions of sh, blood

Disclaimer: I don't own Marvel.

3rd Person P.O.V.

Harley finished his slice of pizza, heading down the hallway to Peter's room. He was nervous, he wasn't sure what to expect. The boy hadn't seemed thrilled to see Harley, which didn't give the blond high hopes. But, maybe he could start over with the brunette.

Harley knocked on Peter's door, but received no answer. He tried again, getting nothing but silence once again.

"Peter?" Harley called, his hand on the doorknob. "I'm coming in." He turned the knob, only to find the door was locked. "Peter? Could you let me in, please? I just was to talk." There was no response. Harley frowned. "Um, FRIDAY? Can you unlock the door?"

"I can't unlock it without permission from Mister Parker or an override from Master Stark."

"Alright... then can you ask Tony for an override?" The hallway was silent for a minute, before FRIDAY's voice spoke again.

"Override acquired." Harley heard the click of the locks being released, and reached for the doorknob.

"I'm coming in." He opened the door, looking around Peter's room. There was a pile of clothes on the floor, plus a basket of what looked like clean laundry. The bed was unmade, a mess of sheets and blankets. But Peter was nowhere to be seen. "Hello?" Harley's eyes landed on the bathroom door, which was closed. He made a beeline for the door, knocking once again. "Peter?"

"D-don't come in!" The brunette sounded frantic, and Harley heard movement from inside.

"Look, I just want to talk, ok?" Harley sighed. "I'm coming in on 10 seconds, get dressed or something." He counted down in his head, taking his time. "Alright, here I come."

"No!" Peter cried, but it was too late.

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Peter stared at the blades, temptation gnawing at his brain. He suddenly sprung into action, rifling through the bathroom drawers. He held up what he had been looking for, a loose blade. It gleamed under the fluorescent lights, holding onto Peter's focus.

do it. do it. do it. DO IT

The brunette held the blade up to his wrist, pausing. No. He couldn't... it would be too obvious. His gaze travelled down, to his clothed legs. Without a second thought, Peter took his pants off, letting them rest around his ankles. He brought the blade to his upper thigh, taking a deep breath. The blade pressed into his skin slowly, dragging across to draw a thin red line, blood pulsing its way out from the cut.

Peter took a shaky breath, pausing for a moment. He brought the blade back to his leg, taking another swipe, faster this time. Then another, and another. Peter made five, six, seven cuts in his leg, mesmerized by the blood that had began to drip down the side of his leg. The cuts stung, but Peter didn't mind, in fact he barely even felt it.

you deserve this.

He made an eighth cut in his leg, satisfied. He was about to cut into his other leg when he heard a knock at the bathroom door.

"Peter?" The voice had a slight southern drawl to it, which Peter didn't recognize. It had to be the new boy, his replacement.

"D-don't come in!" Peter tried to stand up, tripping immediately from his pants around his ankles. He started to panic, placing the bloody blade on the bathroom counter.

"Look, I just want to talk, ok? I'm coming in in 10 seconds, get dressed or something." Peter frantically tried to get his pants on, pulling them up just in time. "Alright, here I come."

"No!" Peter cried, but it was too late. Harley opened the door, looking confused. Peter was sitting on the floor, hands hidden behind his back.

"Uh-" Harley's eyes widened. "You're bleeding! Are you ok!? What happened?" Peter's pants were stained red with blood.

"I'm fine, it's nothing really, you can go now." Peter tried to cover the stain with his hands, which only made the blond more scared.

"There's blood on your hands!" Harley screeched. His eyes travelled up to the counter, where a blade sat, covered in blood. "Oh my God, did you-"

"Leave." Peter's voice was harsh. "Please." He looked up at Harley, and the southern boy could see the hurt in the smaller boy's eyes. He sighed.

"Look, I'm not just going to leave you like this..." Harley closed the bathroom door. "I know you don't know me. But please, I just want to help."

"I don't want your help. Just go." Peter had tears in his eyes, and the fabric of his pants was starting to irritate his cuts. Harley shook his head.

"I won't tell anyone. Please, just trust me." Peter didn't respond. "Please?" Peter sighed.

"Fine. But you don't tell anyone." Harley nodded.

"Of course. Let's get that cleaned up, ok? Take off your pants." Harley was nervous, but tried not to show it. Peter's cheeks turned pink, his eyes wide.

"What?!"

"Take them off. I'm gonna clean you up." Peter grumbled, but obeyed. Harley tried not to show his fear when eight long cuts were revealed, blood everywhere. He grabbed the pants, tossing them in the bathtub. Although Peter wouldn't admit it, he was feeling rather lightheaded. He was certainly pale.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Harley questioned, pressing a wet washcloth on the cuts. Peter inhaled sharply, closing his eyes.

"No."

"Ok." The blood was cleaned up, only a little still oozed from the cuts. Harley rifled through the bathroom drawers, producing a small medical kit. The blond grabbed the roll of bandages, taping one end and rolling it around Peter's thigh, tight but not too tight. "Done." Peter looked almost grateful.

"Thank you," he whispered, head down.

"No problem," Harley shrugged. "Why don't we get you into bed, hmm?" The brunette offered him a small smile, which quickly turned to a surprised "o" when the southern boy picked him up and carried him to his bed. Harley sat on the side of Peter's bed, one leg folded and the other dangling off the side. Peter averted his gaze, feeling awkward and nervous.

"Um, what was your name again?" He wondered.

"Harley. Harley Keener." Peter looked up, seeing Harley's hand, held out for him to shake. He took the blond's hand, shaking it awkwardly.

"Oh. Thanks, Harley."

Ooh now it's getting ~spicy~

Also sorry if any of the formatting is weird the app I usually write in literally broke halfway through writing this and I had to transfer it over and keep writing 💀